Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 259
Everything in the world will always come to an end, either perfect or lacking, and then condensed into a person or thing that can be summarized in a few words. It may become a story in the next few decades, hundreds, or thousands of years... ..., a legend that has been talked about by people for thousands of years;

It may also be recorded in a notebook buried deep in the ground, waiting for an old farmer or a soul master to discover it from an ancient ruin one day;

It is more likely that in this land where time units are often measured in ten thousand years, it will be completely dissipated in the mottled time.

"How did Shrek, or Poseidon Pavilion, explain the disappearance of his hometown?" Du Buushi stood on the city wall full of historical traces in Jialing Pass, looking at the circles of tents outside the city - those were all He was the one who came from Shrek's escape.

With the super Douluo's vision and his commanding perspective, he could even see the panic and confusion on the faces of those who were fleeing.

There are so many of these people that I am too lazy to count them, and there is no need to count them - those who are still outside the city are real refugees - people who have power, status and wealth, have already entered the city, or have already entered the city. Have gone to other places.

Never underestimate the population of the mainland’s largest city.

"The evil soul masters who have been lurking in Shrek for a long time colluded with the evil soul masters called the Holy Spirit Cult to trigger an unprecedented tide of beasts. The entire Shrek City was enveloped by the beast tide. Finally, their great Poseidon descended from the sky and used a huge The thunder punished the rebellious soul beasts and evil soul masters, but as a result, the entire Shrek was destroyed."

The person who answered "Poison is not dead" was a middle-aged man with very white hair but a very slovenly appearance. He was sitting on the city wall gnawing on chicken legs, but he was indifferent to the faint laments and cries coming from the city. .

Instead, he kept staring at the city wall under his butt.

If there are other people who are familiar with the powerful title of the top power in the mainland standing here, they should be able to recognize him. He is the former elder of Poseidon Pavilion and the leader of Shrek Supervisory Team...

His name was Xuanzi, and he had many, many honors. He was a great man who had to bow down and call him "His Majesty" when anyone saw him.

But that was only in the past. Now he is an evil soul master who everyone will call an old thief when they see him...

Things are different and people are different than this.

But it was just a few words of curse. He could still stand on the wall of Jialing Pass, and he could still make the guards of the Heavenly Soul Empire who guarded Jialing Pass respect him. He could even stand tall and look at the people in Shrek City. People...

Because he is still a super Douluo - the creatures on this land never distinguish between right and wrong, nor do they fear justice or evil, they only worship power.

Just like Jialing Pass under him, it is said that this is the battlefield where the three gods fought ten thousand years ago. Thousands of years have passed, who still cares about the rights and wrongs of the two sides in the war?

Anyway, Xuanzi felt that in the battlefield he saw that night, evil and justice seemed easy to distinguish, but also seemed difficult to distinguish.

He could not point to a huge white bone and say that it was the incarnation of justice, but he could not say that the warm light that filled the battlefield was an evil method; he could not say that the giant that many people believed in was the product of evil, nor could he point to The last frenzied monster said that He is the embodiment of justice...

He has been sitting on this wall for a long, long time.

"It is really a rhetoric that I am familiar with and disgusted by, but does Poseidon Pavilion really think that others will believe it? Those who have seen the battlefield are not blind, and their mouths are not sewn shut." Du Buushi smiled disdainfully and looked at him again. He raised his chin while looking at the endless tents outside the city.

Xuanzi took a sip of wine and did not comment on the taunting of poisonous people. The taunting had nothing to do with him now.

Even in the past, he wouldn't have cared much about this - Titled Douluo were generally happy to chat and brag with each other when there was no conflict of interest that required life and death. After all, they were burdened with the glory and lives of a bunch of people. They were so reckless that they couldn't afford the loss.

"It doesn't matter whether they saw it or not. It doesn't matter whether they say it or not. What matters is what the listeners are willing to believe." The chicken legs were already a little cold under the strong wind at the top of the city, but Xuanzi still stuffed them into his mouth like nothing happened. "The explanation given by the Sun and Moon Empire to its people is that the gods of the sun and moon descended from the sky, killed the crazy sea god, and saved the Shrek people regardless of nationality..."

As he spoke, Xuanzi raised the wine gourd to Du Busui, "One of the secret skills of the powerful sects is to tell lies with their eyes open. Since the Noumenon Sect intends to establish its own order, it must learn this trick."

"So you, the former Poseidon Pavilion elder and the next pavilion head heir, do you think there are many people who are willing to believe Shrek's statement?" Regarding the "order" in Xuanzi's mouth, Du Busei was unconvinced and crossed his legs and floated in the air.

When Xuanzi heard this, a trace of surprise appeared in his cloudy eyes, "Your Noumenon Sect is really planning to do this. Don't blame me for not reminding you - just because Shrek's hometown is gone, it doesn't mean that all its senior officials are dead. What's more, who can Are you sure this being is dead?"

The wine pot held in the air turned around and pointed at the huge statue at the gate of Jialingguan. It was still a statue of Poseidon.

"Answer my question." Du Bushit glanced at the stone statue, which was blurry but much larger than Shrek's, and then immediately turned his gaze away.

Regarding gods, people have never hesitated to use their greatest imagination to speculate on their existence.

"Don't scare yourself. He can't see or hear. God is not that strong - He still has to surrender to the power of heaven and earth." Xuanzi laughed wildly twice and suddenly smashed the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand. That huge statue of God.

bang~
The dull voice was very low and dissipated in the breeze in the blink of an eye. However, it was so deafening that it did not cause any changes. "Look, He is just a stone statue."

"As for how many people are willing to believe? There are many, many, depending on what they need - if they still need Shrek and this order that has lasted for more than ten thousand years, then they will believe; but if they are like your Noumenon Sect, they think If Shrek blocks the way, then they won't believe Shrek's words about breaking the sky." Xuanzi took out another steaming chicken drumstick, muttering and gnawing at the same time.

"After all, that battlefield is not fake. Anyone can go to the edge of the battlefield to see what the so-called 'God War' is all about - it is far beyond any soul master's imagination, but it cannot destroy everything - It can only bring a little breeze even to Jialing Pass, which is closest to Shrek.

"So it's still early for your Noumenon Sect to establish its own order. The Pavilion Master of Poseidon Pavilion only lost an arm and was not beaten to death; Haotian Sect has lost two extremes and one god, but who knows What else are they hiding? Who can be sure whether the so-called Poseidon will come to the mortal world again - although the battle between gods was ugly, it at least proved that it can indeed come to the mortal world.

"The old order is dying, but people are afraid to act rashly under the threat of power - this is the reality for the next period of time."

"Where's the other one on the battlefield?" After hesitating for a while, Du Buushi asked again.

He didn't specify who he was, but he believed Xuanzi knew who he was talking about.

"I don't know." Xuanzi shook his head, then stood up, "Maybe he died, or maybe he got a great opportunity, no one knows - in the end no one can go deep into the battlefield. In other words, I am still thinking of you. Where is his true spirit?"

"God, who wouldn't be interested?" Du Bu Shou chuckled.

"Then go and see for yourself, as long as you can enter the land of divine battle." Xuanzi did not hesitate and followed the wind to the west.

"Where are you going next?" Looking at Xuanzi's still slovenly figure, but his back seemed to be different, Du Bushu couldn't help but ask.

"Evil Soul Master, naturally go where the Evil Soul Master should go." The source of the voice had turned into a stream of light and flew into the sky.

Du Bushui did not say anything to persuade him to stay. A super Douluo can naturally arouse the desire of all parties, but it is different if it is an evil soul master...

At least, the Noumenon Sect has not yet defined whether a super Douluo is an evil soul master.

He turned his gaze and looked at the once crowded avenue - the avenue leading to Shrek City.

It is now full of tents and refugees, with some soldiers from the three empires wandering around, recruiting people - people who have had a place in Shrek City, even refugees have skills.They may have been the proudest people on this land, but now they are waiting for charity from others.

The poisonous sight extended along the avenue, extending to the sky covered with dark clouds.

The dark clouds had lasted for several days. No matter day or night, the dense dark clouds and thunder in the vast sky clearly exuded despair.

It's still going on and probably will continue in the future.

Du Buushi finally withdrew his gaze and looked at the stone statue in front of Jialing Pass. Its face was blurred and it was indifferent to the suffering of the believers in front of it.

It is not as omnipotent as believers say, nor can it protect any suffering. It cannot even take out a grain of rice.

It's just a stone statue.

There are dark wild dogs, perhaps former domestic dogs, fighting for the half chicken leg under the stone statue.

"Is this God?" Du Buushi pulled off his green hood and flew into the depths of the Heavenly Soul Empire.

He has other things to do.

The survivors of Shrek have already gone to Tiandou City, the capital of the Tianhun Empire. This is not unexpected. After all, it is said that Shrek Academy once lived in Tiandou City, and there are also people near Tiandou City. Shrek's biggest supporters - the three hidden ten thousand year sects are all in the Tianhun Empire.

It's just that the real Tiandou City has long been turned into ruins with the split of the Tiandou Empire. Today's Tiandou City is just a name. Like Shrek today, the pride of the past has long been turned into ruins, leaving only one name. .

The wild dogs were still fighting for the half of the chicken leg. During the fight, the chicken leg was covered with dust, but the wild dogs didn't mind. After barking and whimpering, the chicken leg finally fell into the mouth of a dog covered in black. ——Even its eyes are black, so black that there is no white of the eyes.

Several other wild dogs lowered their heads one after another. The bite wounds were filled with traces of black mist, and their eyes were also black.

There were footsteps approaching, and several wooden sticks suddenly hit the heads of the wild dogs.

"There is dog meat to eat tonight." Faintly, people's joyful voices could be heard as they added dinner to their meal.

……

"Are they all eating the same thing as me tonight?" In the convoy heading to Tiandou City, Wang Dong'er lay on the bed and looked up at the roof of the car.

This is a very long convoy. They have some of Shrek City's former soul master families and some supplies rummaged from the edge of the ruins...

"Miss, how long has it been since you still care about others?" Song Zi curled her lips and handed the porridge in her hand to Wang Dong'er's mouth, "Come on, open your mouth!"

However, Wang Donger still pursed her lips tightly and stared blankly at the patterns on the top of the carriage.

"What's wrong, are you still having trouble thinking about it?" Songzi put down the wooden bowl, touched Wang Donger's forehead, and sighed.

There was no reply, only the creaking sound of the carriage.

"How many people died?" After a long silence, Wang Donger asked dryly again.

"Are you referring to teachers or students?"

"Let's talk about it."

"There are many, many, many, many, many, too lazy to remember. I can only tell you that more than half of those acquaintances have disappeared - the deans and deputy deans of the martial arts department and the soul guidance department have disappeared, and half of the seniors we are familiar with in the inner courtyard have also disappeared. There are more." Songzi's face, which usually looked cheerful, became solemn, "As for the classmates..."

"Tell me, I have endured such a big disaster without passing out at the news."

"Senior Sister Xiaotao is missing, Senior Brother Zimo and the others were injured and could not escape. As for the other students from the outer courtyard...

"You understand, they have little power to resist under the beast tide."

"Where's Senior Sister? I remember you said that it was Senior Sister who pulled us out from the center of the battlefield." Wang Dong'er seemed to have thought of something again.

"Still near Shrek, she said she didn't know where she was going." Songzi hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth.

"Oh..." Wang Dong'er's voice dragged out, "Where are we going next?"

"Go to Tiandou City. The Tianhun Royal Family will fund the reconstruction of Shrek Academy." The voice that came to mind this time was not Songzi's clear voice, but the somewhat indifferent voice of a middle-aged man.

Wang Donger turned his head sideways, with a strong look of exhaustion on his face, but his right sleeve was empty.

"Uncle Haixi."

"Miss, I'm here." After entering the carriage, Chen Haixi still lowered his head. This was strange, but Song Zi was used to it.

"Where are the elders in the sect?" She asked about the three Haotian sect members who had arrived at Shrek.

"Two returned to the Kingdom of God, and one was seriously injured." After a moment of silence, Chen Haixi told the story in a more complicated tone - when it came to the Kingdom of God, he no longer had the same enthusiasm as before.

There was a turmoil. Naturally, it was impossible for the people above to go back to their homes after the fight, and then continued to fight for most of the night. After the golden light filled the center of the battlefield, they dispersed.

"What about the perpetrator who caused everything?" Wang Donger suddenly asked.

　good night

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